Some days it is hard to get out of bed when that alarm goes off – or when the clock turns green, if you are 6 and 4.
Some days it is hard to enjoy the strawberry pop tart when it is really a chocolate one that you want.
Some days it is hard to take off the comfy “bajamas” and put on that restrictive pair of jeans and tee shirt.
Some days it is hard to share any toy, even if you have never played with it before (or since, for that matter).
Some days it is hard to leave the comfy couch and TV to go to school.
Some days it is hard to take a nap when so much is going on in the world to see.
Some days it is hard to pick up those 3 toys on the floor – no matter that it is only three, it might as well be three hundred.
Some days it is too hard to be one and have to get shots at the doctor’s office.
Some days it is just too hard to keep your head up off your high chair tray.
